Tension
by Scott Bailey © 2013
Tight when I shouldn’t be.
Wound up in the calm
of home and tranquility
Lacking a balm
Lacking release
of the spring in my neck
the wires in my heart
keeping in check
Blessing abound
around me and yet
contentment’s elusive
crushed by the debt
Of responsible lives
led slowly and sure
This then the malady.
Where then the cure?
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